Last week my family went camping at Petit Lake here in Idaho. When I was young, my parents would take us there several times during the summer. It was "our place". I was so excited to be there again. I told my husband it was like going home. When we first drove up there and pulled up to the lake, I actually started crying. I'm such a softy.
Anyway, besides the dang mosquitos, we had a great time. My husband took over all the cooking with his dutch ovens and I got to sit back and relax. I took my laptop and our generator and actually finished my book, "Taming the Heart". It was fitting that I wrote the last word in the mountains since a huge chunk of the book takes place on Black Creek Mountain. We celebrated with my husbands upside down pineapple cake (dutch over of course).
I feel so rejuvinated. I came straight home and started on book 2, "Healing the Heart". I wouldn't want my characters to think I've abandoned them, after all.